eyebrow boyfriend || dave and gayreki
There he was. Dave saw him from all the way across the cafeteria. Actually, it was pretty easy to spot him, considering he was digging into a rib like he was a five year old eating a crayola product. Such a pretty boy but such a sloppy eater. It almost discouraged Dave from going over to the ravenette to pester him, but unfortunately for Gayreki, almost was as close as it would get to him not going on over there.
After strutting his stuff in the most exaggerated flamboyant way he could manage, he sat down right across from the oblivious male, who was too busy eating to pay attention to the beautiful pale boy across from him. "I've been thinking of a way to start a conversation with you for days now. How does one just approach the gay lion in his natural habitat? I pondered it for hours until a final epiphany hit me while I was about to diddle my girlfriend, it caused me to gasp and kind of ruined the moment for everyone involved, but --" he coughed. "--fashion advice. That's the answer. So, after this drum roll in my head is over I'mma ask how you get your eyebrows like that, and just in case you say they're natural I'll have you know I brought shears."
